So, hell must have frozen over. Seriously. It's the only explanation for the purpose of my post. Certainly explains why my toes are cold.

Anyways, on to the purpose. I, devout listener of Metallica, AC/DC, Ozzy, Three Days Grace, Guns 'N' Roses, Motley Crue and Quiet Riot, have done the unthinkable. I have crossed a line that I never intended to cross, and that I can never step back over. For even a casual heavy metal fan, I have done the unthinkable, and in the minds of many, am deserving of the harshest of punishments.

*deep breath*

I bought a Christian album. And have listened to it enough to know the words to all eleven songs.

I hope this doesn't get anyone all shirty. I have absolutely nothing against Christian, or religious music of any kind. It is simply not my bag, baby. That is, it wasn't my bag. But to be fair, I have no intention of ever delving further into this genre. Because, let's face it, it's not the subject matter or even the music that drew me in. It is the singer.

As much as I like to think otherwise, I haven't really grown at all from that twelve year old spaztic girl who listened to Backstreet Boys all her waking and many of her sleeping hours. I like to think I have, but really I haven't.

So once I heard that Brian Littrell, my favourite from back in the day, had released a solo album, I had to get it. Most of my friends will attest to the fact that I am loyal to a fault, and apparently this extends to people I have never met before. So I bought the album. And post-purchase, post-package penetetration, realised how intensely Christian it is. And most shocking of all, I don't really care. Because it is a good album.

For anybody who was, or still is, a BSB fan, the music tone and style is quite similar to their music. Subject matter is different, but they're only words, right? And his voice is just so freaking...whatever...that he can sing a fucking commercial jungle and give me goosebumps. So, what the hell, right?

Anyways, my favourite song is by far Gone Without Goodbye. Actually made me cry in the car on the way home from Best Buy. His voice is just haunting, and combined with the words and sentiment of the song...whew.

Also, pictures of him with his son in the back of the cd book just about made my ovaries burst. And his son introduces a song called Jesus Loves Me in the cutest way possibly.

So, the moral of this post is that one shouldn't judge music by the genre others place it in. That is doing a disservice to the artist, and the music itself. What I'm trying to say, is that anyone who genuinely likes music, even if it happens to be about Jesus and God and faith, should go out and grab this cd. Yes, it's that good.

As a sidenote, I caught the tail end of an interview he did about Sept. 11, and realised, at least partly, why he believes so intensely. His wife, pre-pregnancy, was scheduled to be on the first plane that hit the World Trade Center. She cancelled the flight last minute, and as a result, Brian now has a son. Gotta say, if something like that happened to me, I would believe too.

Well, the Crocodile Hunter's dead. This may sound borderline pathetic, but I haven't really been able to stop thinking about it since I heard on Monday. I don't even know what to say. He was such an amazing guy, and I keep coming back to those poor kids. He was killed by a sting ray, and I've been watching a lot of shows where tv personalities ask 'experts' if sting rays are known to attack people. Nearly every single one of them hinted that unless he was harassing them, they shouldn't have touched him. And that makes me incredibly angry. I don't know why. Maybe he did get to close to the animals, but never ever in a malicious or ignorant way. He clearly only had their best interests in mind at the same time that he wanted to educate people. I don't know. This probably sounds like a load of bullshit, but the point is he's dead, and he will be well-missed.

Okay, so. I've been a little busy lately, hence the lack of writing and updating and responding. Shame on me, but really, I wouldn't change any of it because wholy frak, possible horse to ride for me!!!

The mother of a girl I coach approached me last week. Told me her friend at work has a beautiful horse that nobody has any time for. At that point, all I knew was he's an American Paint named Ranger. Oh, and he's eight years old. I wasn't very interested at the time, what with the lack of money and all. But then I started thinking about it. I'm never happier than when I ride regularly, and I never feel better phyically. Both really good reasons to pursue this. Despite all the possible pitfalls.

So I get this woman Amanda's phone number and give her a call. She's thrilled to hear from me, goes on and on about what a nice horse Ranger is and how awful she feels about never having time for him. She admits that she hasn't done anything with him for four weeks. Can you believe it? Four weeks. But I'm over that now. She told me he's trained western and english, has been going western for the past number of years. Says he's a very sweet horse, very safe and very healthy and very (insert possible multiple adjectives here). Right. Not gonna say outright that I don't believe her, but I've heard many owners talk wonderful about horses no sane person would touch with a ten foot pole.

Anyways, she says she's not looking for any money off him, she just wants someone to ride him. She understands his feed and farrier and vet bills are her responsibility. So at this point, despite the various warnings going off in my head, I'm almost pissing myself with excitement. I mean, if he's only eight, even if he's a handful, there still exists the chance that he can be helped. Not that I'm the prime person for the job, but I did have a pretty big hand in training Zippy, and he turned out pretty damned good, if I do say so myself. Besides, I do have a host of people only a phone call away that I'm sure would answer one or two or a million questions.

But none of that is important right now. She invited me out to meet him this coming Sunday, to ride him and see if maybe we'll click. If so, she says, she just wants to draw up a contract absolving her of responsibility if I fall off. No problem. I've signed a million of those before.

I really have no idea what all this means. I want more than anything to be excited, but I just don't know. I didn't even think to ask how tall he is. How frigging stupid is that? Pretty frigging stupid. But now I've got all these visions of the two of us hitting it off, and the owner telling me I could have him, no charge. Haha. Naive, isn't it? I guess everything depends on how it goes on Sunday.

Main purpose of this post, as with the majority of them, is to improve my somewhat lacking computer skills. If this works, it is one small step for technophobes everywhere, one giant step for my technical self-esteem. Haha!Here's Zippy!

I walked into work with the dog today. Stupid me wore the old shoes and now my feet hurt. But the dog, Chompers, didn't bite anyone when they petted him. What a funny little dog. When we got him, over a year ago now, he was really insecure, and if he ever thought he was in trouble, or backed into a corner, he would freak out if someone tried to touch him. Like, I'm talking berserker-Wolverine-type rage. First day I met him he went after me, and I tried to nudge him back into his cage with my foot. He went after my shoe. Funny dog. Anyways, point is, strangers can touch him now and he doesn't bite them. So. Yay me.

Talked to Catherine earlier. She said Gryphon has been deemed 'dangerous' by our coach. Seems laughable to me, but I guess it makes sense, considering what happened to him. Not that it was his fault, or anything, but it had to have freaked him out. And better safe than sorry and all that crap.

On a completely different note, I saw on tv today that Wolverine is the most bankable movie character, like, ever. Go Hugh Jackman.

My friend Catherine emailed me Thursday, asking me to go to her horse show with her following day. I hadn't seen her in about a month, so I jumped onboard, without thinking about work and how little sleep I was going to get. But I really was happy to go cuz I love Catherine, and I love her horse Gryphon too. And it's been so long since I was emmersed in that life I probably would have gone even if she asked me not to. But anyways, that's not really the important part.

She was entered in three classes, all at least 3' but probably closer to 3.3' and slightly higher. First two rounds went amazingly, considering the trouble they had last year, and Catherine's tendency towards self-deprication. the trouble came with the third round.

The third jump in the course is a triple bar. Just like it sounds, it's basically three jumps squished together as one. First bar is about a foot off the ground, second two feet, and the back bar is about three feet. All in all, it's about three feet wide, as well as high. She came to the jump just fine, but in the last couple of strides, things got a little weird. She ended up to close to the base, and Gryphon wasn't quite sure what to do with his feet. He started to jump, but dropped his right leg and caught the rail. He started to go down onto his knees, and Catherine flipped over his right shoulder. Gryphon kept falling, he fucking flipped end over end, his back feet straight up in the fricking air. Catherine landed right, he rolled over left and got up. Gryphon walked away, surprising all right, but Catherine was just laying there, not moving.

And I didn't do anything.

I just stood there, staring, while some weird stranger grabbed Gryphon and started cleaning the dirt of him, and the medic ran to Catherine. Eventually I moved, went to take Gryphon cause Catherine was surrounded. And they're both okay now, Gryphon scraped his nose a little, but other than that, is fine. And Catherine broke her collar bone on the left side, but jesus, seeing that fall, it should have been so much worse.

And I think that's why I can't get it out of my head. I thought she was dead, after she hit the dirt and Gryph got up, and she didn't move. I thought she was dead, and I didn't do anything at all. Intellectually, I know I'm not a doctor. Short of getting in the way, there isn't anything I could've helped with. Well, besides grab Gryphon, and I did that. I think the poor horse felt bad. He kept trying to walk over to Catherine, to check her out. But after a while he started trying to get at the mints in my pocket so I figured he was fine.

She doesn't remember any of it, though. She signed me some things while she was in the car, and she doesn't remember that. i talked to her that night, and she was saying she wished she had've stayed on. And I was just dumbfounded. If she stayed on, he would've crushed her, and she probably would be dead. I almost yelled at her, but then I realised she just didn't know. She had no clue that he flipped, and when I told her, she just started crying. I told her I'm pretty sure he rolled out of the way the direction he did so he wouldn't crush her. I don't know if I 100% believe it, but it made her feel better.

Anyways, they're both okay, especially considering the way it happened, but I just can't get past it.

Title: The Streets Chapter 1Author: Spikers91Warnings: little language, imagery in coming chaptersUniverse: pretty much whatever fit with what I wanted to writeA/N: feedback is greatly appreciated, since I have no idea if this turned out like I hoped. Enjoy!

Oh, my god less than 24 hrs before X3!!! There are no words for how freaking excited I am!!!

And on to more coherent things: I was watching the Dark Angel season two bloopers earlier. Funniest one is Jensen in the back of this truck Jessica Alba's character is driving, he's supposed to stand up or something, but he ends up falling on his ass. Then this little tiny sorta-Jensen voice says, "ow, my bum." And Jessica Alba calls him an idiot for overacting. Grrr.

For the second time in as many months, my computer got fucked and I nearly lost everything on it. This time, I swear, I'm not going to download anything ever again. Yes, I mean it. No, really. Not even Supernatural episodes. Nope. Well, we'll see. Anyways, as a result, my writing will be even more sparse than ever. I lost my word perfect program, and don't have the software to reinstall it. Wordpad is just a giant pain in my ass, so we'll see.

And now for something complete different...

In a little less than a week, X3 will be in theatres. I'm already almost shaking with anticipation. My freaking most favourite frandchise of all time, and it'll soon be at an end....Funny thing too. Wade said he had a dream the other day that he and I went to see it. In his dream, Jensen Ackles played my favourite character Gambit. He said I saw him come on the screen, and just started screaming. Haha! So now my Supernatural fixation is leaking into other people's dreams. Mwa haha. It's all going according to plan...

So here's me with more thoughts on Supernatural. Yeah, I know. This obsession is approaching epic proportions, at least from my end. But they say that the first step is admitting you have a problem. So...here goes.